Went to a hen’s night on the weekend.
Started the evening at 7pm.
Cocktails + wine + Japanese food + jazz.
Giggly girly chatter all night.
Divided into Horny Devils and Virgin Angels.
Played hen party games :
– Made toilet paper wedding dresses.
– Scribbled obscene images on the table cloths.
– Shared sex tips (most popular one involved Listerine + ice).
Moved on to a pub with live 80’s music and dancing.
(And drunken men who took off their clothes.)
Moved onto a night club.
Where young boys hit on us all night! Ha!
I was the responsible and sober one. That is, I didn’t have my head in the gutter by the end of the night (haha only kidding!) and I drove half the bridal party home. I got home at 4am!
Callum (9 months) woke up at 6am, and my husband (ah, bless him) woke up to attend to him for the whole morning.

It’s nice to know I have the energy to do these crazy stunts once in a while. And thank god for coffee.

I’ve been feeling a little empty lately.
Being a full-time mum is beginning to run me dry.
My baby is only 9 months, but
I’m craving to do designery and arty things again.
I aching to go back to do what I love doing.
Sigh. I’m creatively frustrated.
I walk through life with people, places, colours, textures, music — all once inspiring and burning me to write, draw, design, photograph, create, imagine, and dream…
Of course, that doesn’t happen anymore.
Now, all is captured and simply stored into little boxes
labelled for future use.

And. I’m not happy about that.
So I’m working on a plan for world domination.
Stay tuned.

I finally had time to pop over to see my doctor. She said I’ve got DeQuervain’s Tenosynovitis. Which is an inflammation of the tendons in my thumb. It’s a kind of RSI which is common in post-pregnant women – apparently too much hormones of some sort plus lifting babies and prams.

Her advice:(1) Rub some anti-inflammatory cream on it,
(2) buy a wrist support and make myself a splint.
But most importantly, REST my hand!

The cream option sounded simple enough.
So I bought a $15 tub of natural eucaplytus + emu oil goo and spent the next few days rubbing it into my hand while watching tv. It didn’t give me the “instant relief” as promised on the label. In fact, it didn’t do crap.

So. I began making various prototypes of splints using hand towels, plastic rulers, sticky tape, and rubber bands – all of which became a problem when I wanted to have a shower.

In the end I called up a good friend, who happened to be a podiatrist, and asked him if he could make me a cast.
“Hands, feet – basically the same, right?”

When I was a kid, I never played rough enough to break my hands or arms or legs, so the thought of finally being able to wear a plaster cast was somewhat exciting. However, I was told they make casts in fiberglass these days. So getting someone to sign it might be difficult *pout*.

He made me two awesome casts. And I can take them on and off! However, admittedly they have spent more time off than on. I just hate being unable to do normal things, and I hate the concerned looks on people’s faces when they see me lifting a 9kg pram with one hand out of the boot in a shopping centre car park.

The installation men came at 7:30am.Goddamn they were cute.(Me? A bored housewife? Never!)

While they were stomping on the roof, the plumber arrived.Mmmmm he was a hottie too!He proceeded to run pipes here and there. And told me not to use the toilet in the next 10 minutes.
Then a couple of electricians appeared at the door, and to my embarrassment, went ga-ga over Callum.

So the house was full of hot, sweaty men – yabbering away about the cricket. And listening to talk-back radio blasting loudly from their utes parked in my driveway.

They had 80+ people turn up. A band. A karaoke machine. A dance floor with flashing lights. Tables of food. Sizzling satays. And being the over-the-top Chinese parents they are, they had a whole suckling pig roasting on a spit.

I’m not sure what I means when you discover that your parents turn out to be wilder party animals than yourself. I wanted to spend the new year with a nice quite yummy dinner with my loved ones and go to bed early.